Novel & Cerita Transformers Prime Beast Hunters Optimus Prime

Beatrix sat there while staring at the screen. “What’s supernatural, Beatrix?” Luke asked. Luke was standing in the back of Beatrix’s chair next to Kyra and Cael while Hugo, Raven, and Damon were on the other side of the chair. “I’m not sure, but this one is strong. “I’ll send the location,” said Beatrix. Moments later, the hunters heard their phones ringing. The hunters immediately moved away from Beatrix and Luke. “Be careful,” said Luke. “We will, Dad,” Kyra said while smiling.

He deserves to be happy and after I win this fight I'm going to devote the rest of my life to making him happy. Soliaire looks at home on Alice's couch, I suppose the color does go with his dark demeanor. While he looks relaxed and calm on the couch, Sarrtina, Achilles and the other two men I believe to be Zacharie and Hasiah, look like their are ready for a fight.

will they live happily and peacefully like today? “Report to me all the details of where they go and what they do. "I said seriously, Jimbe immediately nodded at me before he stood up and put both hands in his pocket. “Noted that Sir” Jimbe said and bowed before he turned his back to me and leave my office.

Jaxon's POV The hunters broke. Not all at once, but in waves. First the ones at the back, the newest recruits who'd signed up thinking they'd be heroes protecting humanity. They dropped their weapons, the silver powder that used to be guns still coating their hands, and backed toward the exits. Then the veterans, the ones who'd hunted supernaturals for years. Even they couldn't stand against Maya's transformed presence. She radiated power like the sun radiated light, impossible to ignore, impossible to resist.

CALLUM Six hunters in full tactical gear. Silver bullets, UV weapons, everything designed to kill supernatural creatures efficiently. They move like soldiers, professional and coordinated. We're outnumbered and outgunned. Doesn't matter. This is our territory. I shift mid-run, letting the wolf take over. Clothes tear away. Pain explodes through my body as bones reshape, muscles tear and reform. Five seconds of agony, then I'm four-legged and furious. Tom shifts beside me. Valentina stays human, weapons ready.

As a Hunter, you always had to be on your toes. Situations like this happened often, and most of the time the leeches thought you were just a bystander and they planned to suck you dry. Unbeknownst to them, I was anything but. “I know you’re out there, you can come out now.” I said out loud, knowing that I didn’t have to yell for them to hear me. The 4 figures slowly approached me, two male and two female. They were all wearing solid black leather outfits that seemed to match each other and I wondered if they were soldiers.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

Usually, her energy was a roar of fire; here, it was a dim, protective shimmer, struggling against the absolute zero of the wasteland. She saw him a mile out. He wasn't standing on a balcony this time. He was part of the landscape. The fragment had used its "Update" power to fuse with the ancient machinery of the vault. He stood ten feet tall, draped in a "cloak" of scavenged steel and frozen cables. He looked less like a man and more like a Primal God of the North. As she approached, the "Beast" turned. His eyes weren't gold or violet. They were a flat, terrifying glacial blue.

Hendrix suggested. The six hunters glance at each other, trying to communicate with just their eyes, and later on nods. They put down all their guns. That’s when I saw a small grin escape Hendrix's lips. It was like he already won when the battle haven’t started yet. His eyes turned red, and his wolf came out. As expected he was huge as well, but not like Alpha Primo. Nevertheless, terror fills the hunter's eyes, and they knew that even though they were six, they can’t defeat him.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.